The eighteenth style handed out when Ren Pingsheng's sword intent was exhausted, sad sky, the sword light exploded, breaking through the sea of clouds and fire. When the heavens and the earth were reversed, the sword light was like a golden waterfall pouring down thousands of miles, falling straight to the sky.

On the cliff under the sea of clouds, several fellow students of the Taoist Academy scattered around suddenly got up together. Because in front of him, an immortal who stood up to the sky and the earth, with a middle-aged appearance and a scholar's attire, was opening his mouth to order: "Go down the mountain quickly!"

Lei Zhenyu took the lead in saluting the master's magic image, turned around and flew away.

The mountain path that was originally heavily prohibited, all martial arts techniques, have been unhindered.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Gongjie wanted to ask the reason in his heart, but when he saw the master's eyes hanging high in the sky, full of majesty and a little anxious, he did not make another mistake and hurriedly left. After that, everyone followed closely, some fast and some slow. Turtles like Zhou Cheng and Zhong Li crawled and crawled, but they were directly grabbed by a pair of big hands from Bantian and gently put them on the edge of the Dog Trail Lake.

After that, everyone shook their heads and looked at the wine pot mountain, but when they saw that the night was dark and the clouds were covered with fog, not to mention how much eyesight they had, they would no longer be able to spy on that mountain even if you used all kinds of magical powers of the sea of mind and mind.

Fang Liang's immortal appearance grew a hundred times in an instant, as high as 10,000 zhang. Originally, the wine pot mountain, which was only hundreds of zhang high, was like a stone, and was held in the sleeve by the immortal. A golden sword light pierced the sky, forming a golden pillar of light that cut through the sky in that empty sleeve, which was very dazzling.

A black and dreary flood of desolation was born in the vast sky, like a huge tornado storm that pierced through the sky, and swept the golden sword light that penetrated the sky into the eye of the wind. As the crack in the canopy became larger and larger, the sword light like a waterfall, dragging out the tail remnant, forming a wall of Tianyu light, illuminating the entire Xuanyuan Tianyu as if it were day.

The desolate tornado was shattered in an instant, leaving only a few wisps of residual black qi, floating in the boundless galaxy outside the sky. One of the big hands of the Immortal Law Ministers was pulled into his sleeve, and he dragged a galaxy from outside the double heaven, which could be on top of the blazing sword light, creating a galaxy barrier.

In any case, that sword light could not be allowed to break through the second canopy.

Outside of his sleeves, the Faxiang who stood up to the sky and the earth looked calm, but it was difficult to suppress the sweat flowing down his face, and there was a sudden rainstorm in the entire Baizhuyuan area.

Although Fang Liang's face did not show any pain, his tightly closed lips and solemn expression were obviously not easy. He suddenly frowned slightly, looking down at the pair of heavenly eyes in his sleeves through the sea of mental consciousness, and saw the sword light shining in the sky.

It turned out that where the sword light passed, the dragging galaxy that stretched thousands of miles had been split in an instant, and countless fragments of the galaxy splashed into the sky, dragging out a brilliant starlight trail, like an unprecedented grand celestial fireworks. The hand of the god in his sleeve played around, gathered the fragments of the galaxy, and quickly crumpled them into a ball, and then with a wave of his hand, the master smashed the fragments of the galaxy that were no less than the shattered heaven and earth of the wine pot mountain, and smashed them towards the golden sword light.

It is equivalent to a heaven and earth against a sword light, and the two collide violently.

The end of the golden sword light was slightly scattered, like a curtain of waterfall pouring in, swept by the mountain wind that crossed it, slightly rippling, but it was difficult to stop the momentum of the flowing downstream.

The third Heavenly Curtain Galaxy was swept by the air waves that exploded by the fragments of the galaxy, and it trembled incessantly!

The pair of heavenly eyes that looked down on the universe, through the heavy sky and the heavy haze, the divine light was condensed, looking at the long sword in his hand like lightning splitting the sky, and slowly falling into the void of the sky, the small body in green clothes. The young man's face was as deep as water, but his eyes staring at the tip of the sword were fascinated.

A god sitting in his sleeve is a wisp of the master's heart, constantly warning Ren Pingsheng with his heart.

It's time to stop!

However, the sea of consciousness of the young man with the sword is like a copper wall and an iron wall isolating the heaven and the earth, and the voice of the gods is hitting the wall everywhere outside the heaven and the earth, and the ghosts are constantly hitting the wall, but they can't penetrate half a point.

Fang Liang was stunned, and in a hurry, his mind moved, and he withdrew the third Heavenly Curtain Galaxy. Let that sword light wander in the sky.

Immediately after the fourth, the fifth...... Until the Nine Heavenly Void Stars are all withdrawn!

All the desolations that created the galaxy sky were all condensed in that sleeve for the last ban.

——A Confucian shirt that has been refined and manifested by the thousand-year-old cultural movement, and the big sleeve that gathers the entire world in it.

gold

The waterfall of color sword light finally flowed straight down, constantly pouring into the Qiankun sky curtain thousands of miles away.

The majestic immortal appearance, his knees were slightly bent, and his body was rickety, and he could no longer maintain the previous breezy and calm posture.

Baizhuyuan is dozens of miles in radius, the wind is howling, and the torrential rain is like a note. No one knew that it was just the result of the master's exhaustion of several qi mansions and the blood and sweat of heaven and man.

The bulging sleeves hanging high in the air on the immortal law phase finally appeared a crack visible to the naked eye!

The dazzling sword light that rushes through the world inside may break through the big sleeves at any time.

Next to the stone tablet on the mountain road, the middle-aged scribe with clear facial features and seven orifices and bloodstains sighed.

In another place that cannot be seen in the world, the fairy aura is dense, the beasts are rushing, and the spirit birds are soaring, there is also a middle-aged scribe with a jade tree in the wind, and his demeanor is fluttering, chatting with an immortal in a gossip robe in the clouds.

"The disciple is a good disciple, but it's a pity that the old-timers seem to have chosen the wrong Mr. for him. The middle-aged scribe with a calm face complained in his words, "The realm cultivation is just a passing cloud, and the younger generation is afraid that there will be a burden and mislead people's children." ”

The immortal with an old face was surprised not to have that playful look on his face, "If you want to regret it now, it's actually too late." A wound and two pots of wine are not hindered by the root of the avenue. ”

Fang Liang, who was out of the sky, shook his head lightly, his expression was firm, "A gentleman's words, there is still a saying that horses are difficult to chase, not to mention the tens of millions of years plan, although it is not in the horseman's body, and the weight of bricks and tiles in it, it can't be such a child's play." ”

Yizhen, who was sitting in the clouds, stood up, floated to the ground, and patted Fang Liang's shoulder, "Then congratulations, you have received a good disciple; This will be my east, if anyone rushes to pay, who is not a brother. After all, I'm the second shopkeeper of that restaurant, and it's okay to hang an account. ”

Fang Liang was sweating. Who the fuck can be a brother to you? It's a grandchild, and people in this world don't know how to rank Lao Tzu.

However, the middle-aged scribe just accepted the same closed disciple as this old ancestor.

Yizhen looked tired for no reason, and sighed, "Looking down on the ten thousand years of time and flowing water, the white horse has passed through the gap, and you have to abide by a rule, which is actually very boring." But you can't afford not to keep it. ”

Fang Liang smiled: "It's good that my brother can come and take a look." My own disciples, I have to teach myself, I can't even control a closed disciple, and when I go out, I can't say that I am a gentleman. So from the beginning to the end, I didn't even think to ask you for help. ”

Yizhen nodded, in fact, this master who deliberately changed his name said it easily, how could the old immortal not see the suffering?

On the other side of the world, the towering scholar immortal law figure had already hunched over and squatted on the ground, only to support himself with a painful face, so that he would not lie down.

The crack in the big sleeve of the left hand suddenly broke like a bamboo, and the sound of the crack in the vast sky was very harsh.

The Confucian shirt on the towering immortal suddenly became windless and automatic, and there was a hunting sound. The thousand-year-old cultural movement, which integrates a certain kind of avenue rules and the laws of heaven and earth, has stripped off the Confucian shirt one after another, manifested into a piece of heavenly canopy and galaxy, and constantly sewed the last heavenly canopy in the sleeve.

The golden sword light that slashed at the sky endlessly did not spill out of the sleeve after all.

In the once abandoned secret realm, Ren Pingsheng actually didn't know whether he was asleep or awake. The place is so similar to the terrible dream that I was born with. It's just that when he fell into the void now, he didn't panic and dance his hands and feet, on the contrary, this time, after the sword intent of the sword move with the word heaven was exhausted, Ren Pingsheng's mind was unprecedentedly clear, and the sword intent of the sad sky seemed to be not the source of his own sword heart at all, nor was it confined to the rules of the Great Dao of this heaven and earth.

A sword is handed out, destroying the withering and decaying, and the sword has never been so enjoyable in life.

He gradually felt the heavy pressure from the end of the sword light, which was a little strange. Ren Pingsheng's eyes shone with golden light, looking at the bright galaxy beyond the broken canopy. Finally, there was an intermittent heartfelt speech, and a few words fell in the heart lake.

"Life...... That's it......"

The voice was unfamiliar, but it seemed extremely familiar, and he couldn't help but have the slightest suspicion in his life.

Ren Pingsheng looked at the Yungen Palace at his feet. I saw that there were idle clouds curling, and there was no lightning and thunder. A thunder

The ponds and lakes have long since dried up to the bottom. The Thor's palace with heavy buildings and jade is gone, and there are no strange rocks and steep mountain walls, barren grass and cliffs. talented

On the mountain road in the distance, in a few thatched huts, a lame middle-aged man carried a burden, glanced at the young man in green shirt who was holding a sword hanging in the air, his eyes were indifferent, and then turned around and went down the mountain. When his eyes met, Ren Pingsheng clearly felt the majestic sword aura on the other party's body, and he had never seen it in his life.

What's even more exciting is the indelible hostility in the other party's eyes, which is different from any grievances caused by seven emotions and six desires in the world.

Fortunately, the man only glanced at him, and did not see each other.

On a mountain higher up, there are thousands of heroic ghosts, and the spirits have appeared in the night, showing their teeth and claws at the young man in green shirts, but they seem to be dragged into the darkness by a big hand of nothingness, and there is no trace of them.

Under a high cliff cut by the axe, there was a long-haired beast with a body like a mountain, standing at the mouth of a huge cave, jumping like thunder, looking around, without jumping a few times, began to run madly to the side of the mountain, and then jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

The ruins of a familiar city, the broken walls have no traces of carving, and there are no words and strokes left, like a dream in a fantasy, the scene is fleeting.

Wine pot mountain, finally there is only one wine pot mountain left. The sea of clouds is still there, but it's really just an ordinary sea of clouds. Through the gap in the clouds, looking at the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain, the stars and lights can be faintly seen, and there must be no math students reading at night. The scene is still so familiar, but by the Dog Trail Lake, where the feng shui was not very outstanding, the flow of the qi manifested by Wenyun is unprecedentedly grand. Such a grand cultural movement is enough to form a cradle of the world's reading seeds.

The figure of the young man in the green shirt flew away, and gently landed on the edge of the cliff of the very familiar flower tree. There are a few ordinary white cranes walking among the flowers and trees, and they are not afraid of people.

Ren Pingsheng handed out a sword to the stone wall in the distance, the sword qi passed by, the stones splashed, and a long plank road was plowed on the cliff wall, leading to the bottom of the sea of clouds, I don't know where.

Ren Pingsheng was finally convinced that this secret realm of Jiuju Mountain was completely wasted.

Slowly descending the mountain along the plank road opened by his sword, through the dense fog of the sea of clouds, and finally saw a middle-aged scribe in a Confucian shirt at the old inscription that was broken into a pile of rocks.

It's just that Fang Liang at this moment is described as haggard, sitting on the pile of rocks, and he has to bend his back and knees with his elbows and knees to barely support his body.

looks so similar to Fang Mao, you don't have to guess who it is.

Ren Pingsheng hurriedly looked left and right to confirm that there was nothing unusual, then he put his sword back into the sheath, ran over and grabbed Fang Liang's arm, and helped the latter to stand up with difficulty: "Master, has the Daoist Academy met a great enemy? What the hell is sacred enough to hurt your old man like this?"

Fang Liang, who was unable to hide his cultivation, looked strange and kept silent.

fell back to the Taoist Seven Realms, and sure enough, he couldn't even hide this student.

"Master, can you still go? Don't worry, it doesn't seem like a big problem, and I'll let Ben Weitang send some healing medicine over in a while, and it will be fine in three days. ”

The teacher and student helped each other down the mountain, Fang Liang didn't have the strength to speak, Ren Pingsheng looked at the sky, and it was obvious that the time had passed. In addition to the outbreak of a windfall, Ren Pingsheng, who had nothing to gain, was relieved, and said without words: "Master, after Chang'an, who will spend the remaining four points of opportunity?"

"Li Xilian, I got a copy......

Thinking that he worked so hard at the beginning, if Li Xilian didn't earn his share, it would be a loss.

Fang Liang finally became a little impatient, laughed dryly, and said weakly, "The master is long, the master is short, you don't plan to ...... Call me sir?"

Ren Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't remember to take a step, "Sir?"

Ren Pingsheng subconsciously glanced at the mustard sac in his arms, "But I didn't catch anything except a bunch of things that could be sold for money." I'll give it to my master when I turn around...... Sir, take a look and see what you like. Sir, you can pick whatever you want, you're welcome. ”

Mr. shouted twice, and he was much more comfortable, but Ren Pingsheng was still not very down-to-earth in his heart.

Fang Liang smiled bitterly, the injury that involved the Qi Fu vein, grinning in pain, didn't bother to explain anything to the guy who was in the dark.

Your uncle took an entire secret realm of the ancient gods and went to sharpen a broken sword, but he didn't catch anything!